In light of International Woman's Day, I want to acknowledge three incredible women - My Grandmothers.
My maternal Grandmother Estelle Jones (the one my siblings and I called "Granny") was to me a pensive lady. I've never known her to talk much about anything; but when she did talk she normally spoke in a subdued tone.. She was a quite lady with an open heart, and open hands. She cooked almost constantly; an in between cooking she ironed and cleaned. In all honesty - I don't remember seeing her sit much unless she was shelling peas, stringing pole beans, peeling potatoes or the like.
Of all of the things I remember about this lady, what stands out most in my memory is that she was more patient and tolerant than any person I've ever known. She never seemed to tire of all of the people who needed her and pulled on her. (I'm getting tired and want to shout BACK OFF just thinking about it.) The two phrases of her's that I think are emblazoned on the tip of my tongue and in my ears are: "let em be" and "I declare".
My paternal Grand Mother Fannie Fields was a quiet yet strong woman. I've never heard hear speak much louder than a whisper, but the sound of her voice (even from across the room) invoked immediate and unquestionable action from those from whom it was required - be it one person or a group of people. This Grand Mother was always making something.
What stands out most to me in my memories of this great lady are: Her favorite plant was the African Violet; and, she could make anything - especially quilts. I am proficient in several forms of NeedleArt largely because of her examples and encouragement.
Lastly, my surrogate Grand Mother Bernice Wagner(who is actually the step Grand Mother of my sister) who everyone called her Bunny. Bunny was one the most colorful and outgoing woman I've ever known. She was tall light complected and always smelled like flowers. She seemed to know every person in the world; but in actuality she simply had the gift of gab.
Because Bunny was such a fun loving, out going lady there is a host of things that I will remember about her; but what I will always treasure most are the days she took time to teach me about fabrics and colors while she was a work; and more than that, I will always be grateful that she taught me by example the importance and blessings of interacting with people.
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